restless dreams

I walk the streets of a deserted town, they’re haunted with the faded dreams of the ones who walked before me. Can’t you tell I’m scared? Do you know me well enough to predict my moves before I speak? No, because you don’t hear me speak.  You only know the thoughts that leave my brain and are typed on a keyboard. I can only wish for you to feel what courses through my veins. We stand on the edge, so close to the fall, but you pull me back and adjust the sails that fit your needs. I’ll wait for you, but not forever. Prove me wrong.